You run from the demonic angel once again, struggling to put distance between you and it. It's faster this time and the distance seems longer but soon you see that glowing lump that is your body. It urges you faster and run up to it but there is a woosh and a thump that reviberates through this mist shrouded land. Your body has lost its glow and is now a dark mass just beyond your reach. The change doesn't bode well but you're an optimist. You slip back into you body but it's cold and unpleasant, like sitting in a ball of slime. The demonic angel looks down at you, the sword hanging at its side. There is no click and you cast your gaze about looking for what went wrong. There is second, smaller dark mass near your body. You step out and examine it; it's your head. The demonic angel points up to the vortex.

Your only choice is the vortex of nothingness